With shoulder length dark hair, lusciously coffee brown skin tone, a curvaceous physique and a pink bikini sporting butterfly designs, she sits gracef...ully perched upon a bench, as if she had been waiting all along for his arrival. Mike stood stunned. Amidst the frolicking poolside hotties lay a lone Latina who caught Mike’s attention with her lustful gaze. And as if she could read his naughty thoughts, she looks in his direction with a sultry look that would stir the loins of any man caught in. " was barely audible, but it was enough to prolong the laughter.Five minutes later, he came down the stairs. Connie's eyes widened. He was wearing her favorite jeans, the old, faded ones that clung to his legs and crotch. It was obvious that he was bare underneath them. The sport-shirt was buttoned only halfway, revealing enough of his well-muscled chest to remind her of his strength. The shirt wasn't tucked in. His hair was still damp and tousled from the shower, and he was barefoot. He knew. .. obey.I woke up to the warm air through the window wake me, making my head stir. I went downstairs for breakfast.I started to make coffee, when i wanted to go outside. since i live in the middle of the woods, i could go out naked, and so i usually did. today wasn't an exception. I wen't outside, Naked as a [insert animal of your choice here].I walked around for about an hour, coffee in hand. enjoying the joys of nature, the trees, and such. About 2 hours later, i went inside, and had some. "Clare settled into the command chair and, to distract herself, activated the screens and worked her way through the protocols and noted the reports. The pilot training was looking good and, even now, HACs were in orbit about "Sundowner" as TJ and Morg assisted Dusty Miller in hands on instruction of the advanced techniques required for warships rather than transport piloting. TJ and Morg's earlier instruction had established the ground work for the pilot skills which had to be learnt.Clare.